return to sender

It’s always hard in the first week when the line dies, the emotions creep from achey -> missing -> sadish -> numb then we start over, latherrinserepeat

The letters that come back return to sender are ripped up and thrown away, another story lost, the words I wrote after I called him from work, when I couldn’t breathe because his voice still melts me..so I toss the letter and write three simple words, are we done? and nothing but silencesilencesilence after promises of a hasty return.

Funny how when you are left alone you can come up with all sorts of reasons, you don’t want it to be the most obvious one..or maybe you do.

This is just another story, a unfinished tale something to think about before my eyes close every night..what if I can’t do this with out him..?

and this time, time, time,..

Blame it on the black star,
Blame it on the falling sky,
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home,
The troubled words of a troubled mind I try to understand what is eating you,
I try to stay awake but its 58 hours since that I last slept with you,
What are we coming to?,
I just don’t know anymore

*angel*